Текст песни Валерий Антонюк - Старый друг

Music - Valery Antonyuk, Words Stephen Cococavin

We have not seen you for a long time,
Old friend donated by fate
Scattered us around the world of fuss
The life is obscure, crazy, but not that
That burned the flame of the fire.
Night, guitars, songs until morning.
Our meetings are as if in the youth window,
And that tomorrow is exactly the same.

Chorus:

And let you not young people with you for a long time,
But blood plays a young wine.
Youth - not in the passport of the year,
Youth in the soul. And forever!

Souls unhurried conversation
Recall our old dispute with you,
Who will lead a beauty soon?
So come on, today it is exactly lucky.
Old friend donated by fate
We have not seen you for a long time,
Scattered us around the world of fuss
Life is uncomfortable, crazy, but not that!

Chorus:

And let you not young people with you for a long time,
But blood plays a young wine.
Youth - not in the passport of the year,
Youth in the soul. And forever!